Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 863

Emmy got up and headed back to the villa, slipping into a swimsuit that was actually comfortable to move in. Then she joined the kids and dove straight into the ocean. It had been ages since she felt so free. The afternoon flew by with laughter and splashing, and when they finally returned, their little fishing boat was overflowing with huge, wriggling lobsters. The lobsters were so big, their claws had to be tied up with thick twine, but they still snapped and waved around like they owned the place.

Carlos, one of the boys, looked at the pile of lobsters and frowned. “We’ll never eat all of these,” he said, glancing up at Emmy. “Mrs. Sparrow, you should take some home. You and Mr. Sparrow could eat lobster for weeks.”

Emmy laughed and shook her head. “We can’t finish them all either.” She poked at one of the feisty lobsters, a little confused. “What kind of lobster are these anyway? Can we sell them somewhere?”

Carlos shrugged and made a face. “These are spiny lobsters. They’re everywhere around here. Honestly, we’re all kind of sick of eating them.” He looked around at the other kids before adding, “We could try selling them to tourists, but this whole area is private islands. There aren’t really any tourists.”

He paused, but then his eyes got bright. “Wait, I know! If we go east, there’s an island called Moonshadow Bay. There are tons of tourists there. I bet we could sell all our lobsters!”

“But…” His excitement faded. “We’d need a boat to get there.”

Emmy looked at the hopeful faces of the kids and suddenly had an idea. “Hang on. I’ll take you all to sell the lobsters. Whatever we make, we’ll use it to buy you guys a new soccer ball.”

“For real?!” The kids went wild, shouting and laughing.

Emmy hurried back to the villa. Dean wasn’t around. Pierre told her Dean had to leave suddenly by helicopter. She didn’t hesitate. She went straight to Dean’s room, found the yacht keys, and clutched them tight. She quickly changed into a dry sundress, grabbed a straw hat, and headed back to the beach.

The blue yacht was waiting at the dock, looking as perfect as ever. Emmy called out, “Carlos! Bring all the lobsters over here!”

The kids moved fast, working together to get the baskets of lobsters onto the yacht. Carlos watched as Emmy climbed into the captain’s seat, his eyes wide with surprise. “Mrs. Sparrow, you can drive a yacht? That’s so cool!”

Five dollars wasn’t enough for even a half-decent soccer ball.

Emmy looked over at the crowd, shaking her head. “Let’s wait a bit longer. If we still can’t sell them, then we’ll find a dealer.”

More time passed, but their little stall stayed quiet. Emmy stood up. “I’m going to check out the front. If there’s a better place, maybe we can move our stand.”

Carlos looked worried. “Please don’t go too far, Mrs. Sparrow. There are so many people. I don’t want us to lose you.”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes, I promise.” She gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze and headed off, walking straight into the busiest part of the crowd.